Rain, humidity, and a bright moon make me happy, psylicybe gatherers unite free treats for the masses... Now to look for a lovely companion to join ... this my friends has been terribly hard as of late; my verve to wistle at the local lovely filling up her tank at the corner gas station isn't there, and that perhaps has now become standard procedure ... Today someone told me "god has a plan" ... another ant in the omnipotent one's complex farm gee thanks... Perhaps your sentient being isn't even there to hear you... and the thought of him not hearing your random wimpers would shatter your whole concept of a place free of bullshit; free of broads in their teens addicted to tweek, free of nostalgia... free your fucking mind, but not all of the time... on occasion ! ...
